Sacremon (Harmony War Series Book 1) by Michael Chatfield Page B

that he turned to the doors and headed out to meet the rest of the W3C crew that were waiting for him.
                “Come on,” Mark said, his footsteps heavy as he followed the red line on the floor that led to an armored door.
                Running now would mean that troopers would be dispatched to bring you back, no one made it past the courtyard. Once you touched your chip to that scanner, the EMF owned your ass unless you were deemed as useless, you died, or somehow survived till your thirty-five-year contract was up.
                The door let them through, medics wearing the red cross of their trade on their shoulder pushed applicants through doors.
                “You three, over here, one per door!” One of the medics said, calling them out.
                “See you on the other side,” Tyler said, holding his wrist up.
                “Been some time since we did this,” Mark said, they both grinned, tapping their wrists three times and shoulder barging one another.
                Tyler laughed as they separated and walked to their doors.
                Alexis shook her head at their antics.
                The door opened for Mark and he stepped inside.
                He found himself in a room the size of a large closet, lights went off for a few seconds and then came back on before panic could overcome him. Another door opened and he found a medical person an examining table and a few cabinets along the room’s walls.
                “Scans look good, do you have any augments?” They asked working on a tablet and not even looking up at Mark.
                “I have one I want to get put in,” Mark said, remembering the tech in his dusters pocket.
                “Let’s see it.” The medical person held out their hand, Mark hesitated for a second before putting it in the medic's hand.
                “Where the hell did you get this?” The medic asked, changing from bored worker to intrigued medic, putting away the tablet and pulling out a scanner.
                “Gift from my boss,” Mark said.
                “Damn, actually purchased part, with a sanction for implantation. I can put it in you right now,” the medic said.
                “Umm,” Mark said, unsure.
                “It'll be free, I just want to see how this puppy works, this thing is sweet,” the medic grinned.
                “Sure, what do I have to do?” Mark said looking around the room.
                “Lie down, I'll put you out, get this in and you'll be good,” the medic said, moving to a cabinet.
                “Is there a way I can stay conscious?” Mark asked, not happy with the idea of being knocked out with someone holding onto this augment.
                The medic looked unhappy but sighed.
                “You newbies are always less trusting, makes sense coming from the slums,” the medic said, moving to the other side of the room and grabbing tools.
                “I can do it, but I suggest you look at the ceiling, getting your guts cut open is an odd experience to see and not feel,” they said, pulling out a rolling table, putting various tools, needles and the augment on it.
                “That's fine,” Mark said, his voice calmer than he felt.
                “Good then, on the table, lie down,” they said, coming back to Mark, their rolling table now with a collection of tools on it.
                The medic brought over a tray of medical instruments and the augment.
                He injected Mark with three needles before he could start to complain. He stopped feeling his side as the medic pulled out a laser, opening along his lower ribs.
                “Fuck me,” Mark said, breathing heavily as the medic